How we meet

Chapter 26

The threads of fate are strong, they aren't easy to break. If you were to drop a burning match on to the forest floor it would all burn down quickly. If you set the strings of fate on fire though they would not light. If they did they would not burn, but soot would cover them where the fire touches. The black would cover the crimson strings, but they would not burn.
N had seen many tragedies. He saw the rise and fall of team plasma. He had seen his father become consumed with the hunger for power. He had been manipulated and strung along convinced that he would save the world and free Pokémon from the cruel hands of humanity.
Everything had been wrong before. He had worked so hard to fix himself. Years traveling the world and opening his mind did not prepare him for this. To see you asleep in a hospital bed. To see a silver bell, that he had wiped your blood from, dangle from your sleeping neck.
He spent his day by your side. He held your hand and he slept by your side. He had taken the couch in your hospital room and claimed it as his own ever since he was free to leave. He stayed besides you and when he wasn't he was besides Virizion's.
He stood in the lab as they treated the wounds. He had been the one to calm them down to explain what had happened. He introduced the Pokémon to the professors. Juniper and her father would take excellent care of them when he wasn't around.
N had learned so much in the few years since his fathers fall from power. He had learned of the true relationships between trainers and Pokémon. The bond that they shared, one of mutual respect and understanding, one of friendship. Then had learned of the more rare and more complicated relationships between humans and Pokémon.
You are horrified and scared at the concept of standing beside a Pokémon. You who could hardly touch one. You who he had found wandering the woods all those months ago. You who he had grown to love, even though he could not yet bring himself to confess those words. He was sure that you knew but he didn't want to risk the possibility of you leaving.
It was him who you dreamed of now. His face that was plastered over the crystal windows in your heart. His eyes that you looked into as he danced it was him that you held in the secret depths of your dreams. You held him, and you kissed him.
When your eyes cracked open it was him you asked for first. You had been confused. Your eyes were burning from the harsh lights of the room. You croaked out his name as your consciousness came back. It was him who came running to your side from his place looking out the window and the pidoves and their nest.
N's fingers met your skin and he helped you sit up bringing you water to drink. He held your hands falling in the gaps in your memory. His words weaved their way into your mind like vines. He answered your questions and he sat with you as you stared at your broken arm. His fingers wiped the tear from your eye as you moved, pain shooting throughout your body.
Glass had drug into your back when you landed. It could have killed you. You were littered with scars and stitches. He sat quietly and patiently as the nurses changed your bandages. He sat with you as you ate.
"I love you," you whispered to him as you fell asleep later in the evening.